Here's my thought early this morning,

the world would go on, even when I'm no longer here.

It would keep on moving, even when everything else feels like ending.

Oh, the joyful thought at 2 AM!

What fun, right?

Anyhow, I ordered coffee, donuts, and whatnot today. A little pick me up to face this dreadful-yet-not-so-bad-Wednesday.

crav·ingˈkrāviNG/

noun

a powerful desire for something."a craving for chocolate" synonyms: longing, yearning, desire, want, wish, hankering, hunger, thirst, appetite, greed, lust, ache, need, urge; "a craving for chocolate"

Don’t you feel it every now and then?

Say... this to-die-for-fabulous-made-in-heaven-by-angels-tsukemen I had 2 years ago in Kyoto. Every once in a blue moon, I wish I'd live few train stops away from Fushimi Inari Shrine, so I could just hop on and drop by every weekend to enjoy this bowl of greatness.

You must also have your own cravings; for food, journey, things, feelings, even... for people. And don’t you sometime wish that your longing for people could be solved easily and as effective as with other things.

As far as it might be, leaving for Kyoto just to devour a big bowl of tsukemen is 10,000 times easier and more realistic, than solving my itch for you.

How my heart behave,⁣

I don't think I'll ever understand.⁣

How memories come rushing back,⁣

I would never be ready for.⁣

It's summer again.⁣

Time for new lovers, they say.⁣

An ice cold bottle in hand,⁣

To chase the blues away.⁣

Can I have a fresh new beverage this time?⁣

Unopened, unknown, one that was never been here before.⁣

I need to quench my thirst.⁣

But not with a false freshness nor the dissapointment.⁣

⁣

It's kinda scary to long for.⁣

And I'm restless already, waiting here with sweats dripping more and more.⁣

⁣

Drunk on Mercury Retrograde

I'm not a drinker, if anyone asks.

Not a regular one, let alone an addict.

Yet on a foreign land when the heart felt somewhat heavier,

and the mind casted by thick and heavy fog,

a cup or two made things seem lighter, even on 4 PM.

As shallow as it sounds, feeling tipsy and sleepy was nice.

Why, tho?

It was one of my favorite place,

where being lost in translation is normal.

My usual happy place, my dream home, my absurd realm...

A corner where things always felt familiar yet unknown.

5,782 km later, it occurred to me. Did that one particular planet got anything to do with all this?

How things turned upside down, moved forcefully with a ridiculous force and speed.

Perhaps, nobody was ever crazy.

Perhaps, life was never hard and tiring on the first place.

Perhaps, March was moved to a shelf labeled fiction.

Perhaps, another cup is waiting in the end, with a clink and loud cheers to welcome us all, back to the non-fiction reality.

Perhaps... perhaps... perhaps.

There are days when everything felt a little longer,

where things are exaggerated.

The glass is full;

filled with emotions and feelings, 

till it only a drop away from falling out of the brim.

These days won’t be here forever, 

of that I am sure,

but on days like these,

all I can think of was this:

(that) Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting!

including me

we’re almost there…

we’re almost get to the heavenly  soy-milk-and-hotel-room-still, once more. 

so we must hang in there.

we’ll get there soon.

tho there might not be any window with natural lighting… we’ll make it work somehow.

and somehow the guitar’s playing, somewhere.

feelings...

are exactly as pictured. 

It was fine and sweet and all,

at least, eventually it will be alright as it always does,

but things look messy and smeared all over the place, at the moment.

“Before opening the box, did you not know what’s inside?”

“Of course I did!”

“So, before actually seeing it, you did had the saw-it-coming-type-of-hunch, yes?”

“Ummm, uh-huh.”

Life is like a box of carrot cake.

No matter how messy it is,

you’d eat it anyway.

and so since life is also made of mixed feelings,

so...

yeah...